The dried meat, which has been stored for several months after being air-dried, chewed like dried wood sticks, salty and astringent. But for Yaruta, it is a rare delicacy in the forest. The more northerly the Allathir Forest, the colder the climate. In the woods near the northern end of the forest, which older hunters call the “fog-weaving woodland”, occasionally there will be snow at night, even in daylight, the frost can be A mist is woven from the forest.
Here, the animals in the forest have become very rare. Except for occasionally encountering some thick-haired rodents, it is difficult for even experienced hunters to supplement food in the forest.
Yaruta cut the jerky into small sections and put them in the boiling pot. The soup in the black iron pot was full of wild vegetables, and the heat was rising, as if it was about to melt the snow on the branches.
Such food is naturally not eaten by noble lords, but it is commonplace for hunters.
"There is not much dry food..." The young man turned the fur in his heart, and only some blackened crumbs were left underneath. He sighed slightly in his heart, but he had already expected that before entering the mountain this time, the family was almost unable to open the pot—
My sister said that after entering the mountain this time, she can save enough money to go to Karasu and go to relatives there. He greedily sniffed the scent that filled the pot with his nose, grunting in his stomach.
He raised his head and looked at the neat and beautiful tents on the other side of the woodland, and the sound of disputes continued to be heard from the camp. He knew that the hunters from the town had a disagreement with the noble lords. The disagreement mainly came from the hunters' unwillingness to cross the northern river and move on.
Thinking of the river to the north, Yaruta couldn't help but fought a cold war.
After passing through the fog-weaving woodland, with the Nuga River as the boundary, it will enter the needle-falling hills to the north. This river connects Lake Valendon with the green lake in the lower reaches of Lantoniland. Drift ice floats on the surface of the river all year round. But there are some more terrifying legends. After entering the night, there are often some'things' in the frost-stained forest to the north, but no one who has seen them has returned from the forest.
This legend has been passed down from generation to generation, so the north of the Nuja River has gradually become synonymous with the forbidden area.
Even Yaruta often hears about terrible stories, such as the existence of "Man on the Tree" and "Fallen Knight". He thought of the legends told by the hunters of the older generation at the campfire, and couldn't help but shudder.
He turned his head and glanced at the direction of the hills, and for several days in a row he saw something blue like a ghost in the forest. He only told his sister about it, but the sister only said that he was dazzled.
"Even in'Things Wandering at Night', there is nothing like you saw. You must have misunderstood the Crystal Stag for something else. In this way, we might have good luck." This is Her original words.
But he knew that the number of hunters in the town's night watch had doubled since that day. The closer you get to the north, the easier it is to detect the depression in the air, and the conversation between people seems to become scarce.
It's just that Yaruta didn't understand. People in the town didn't like them, so why bother to tell them everything. Even if it is the hunter's motto, "We must work together to overcome difficulties," but unity should not be unilateral.
He never liked the people in town, especially their disgusting look.
He suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes coming from outside the hunter's camp. Only the noble lords had horses—he raised his head and saw several tall horse knights leading a group of noble private soldiers to their camp.
What happened? Have you finished talking
With such doubts, Yaruta looked through the white water vapor rising from the iron pan, and behind the mist a hunter walked towards the knights, seeming to want to ask what happened. But an aristocratic private soldier came up and pushed him to the ground.
Yaruta stood up at once.
The private soldiers of the nobles began to spread out on both sides, encircling the camp. He didn't know what was going on. He turned around and saw a row of soldiers holding longbows walking out of the forest. He saw the noble longbowmen, who were wearing leather armor and covering their faces almost completely, drew arrows from behind and opened their bows.
An instinctive premonition of danger rose from the bottom of his heart.
A hunter ran in from behind the camp with a pale face. He knew the guy. He had two little daughters. Once they threw sand on his head. He remembered that guy looked at him with contempt all his life. The look of yourself. But the other person's expression at that time must not be as distorted as it is now.
"Those bitch nobles will regret it!" The hunter let out a hoarse cry, "Run—"
Then a sharp whistle sounded in the forest. As a hunter, Yaruta was very familiar with this long syllable. The sharp arrow pierced through the air and shot through the hunter's throat.
The sound stopped abruptly—
The sharp point of the arrow pierced through the skin and flesh, and came out from the side of the chin. The blood gathered in a line toward the foreign exchange, and the short wings remained on the other side of the opponent's neck, trembling slightly.
The hunter looked at him with his mouth opened and closed, showing a look mixed with fear and unwillingness. He seemed to try to grab his throat with his hands, but he just raised his chest and fell to the ground.
Yaruta swallowed.
He has seen a hunter shoot an arrow through the throat of a prey, and even did so with his own hands. But when the target of human hunting was changed to the same kind, he discovered that the same scene can be so terrifying.
A person who was still alive before seemed to have become a cold corpse in a moment.
His heart was pounding, as if he had just understood what had happened. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he didn't expect the nobles to dare to do it—Yaluta only felt cold in his hands and feet for a while, but the first thing he thought of was his sister who depended on each other for life.
"elder sister… "
The longbowmen on the edge of the forest loosened the bowstrings in their hands together, and the arrows swept across the camp like raindrops. Aruta felt a pain in his calf and lost weight and knelt on the ground. He fell to the edge of an animal skin tent, looking at what was happening around him in a loss.
Those familiar with each other, even the most experienced hunters in the town, fell one after another in a pool of blood, like a fallen wooden stake. Finally someone began to resist. He tried his best to see the leader of the hunter in the town leaning on a carriage and shooting over two noble private soldiers.
Although he hated that guy very much on weekdays, he couldn't help but cheer for him at the moment. But just as the hunter leader opened his bow for the third time, a figure fell from the sky-Yaluta saw the scene when the long sword slashed across the neck of a man with his own eyes.
The memorable face rolled to the ground and smashed into pieces, and then it was stained with grass ash and snow powder, as if it could not be distinguished from the original appearance in an instant.
The noble knights also rushed into the camp.
The screams and screams suddenly rang out in the camp. Aruta felt his head start to become dizzy, and he crawled back shivering, but the horseshoe passed by him, and then he felt a pain in his lower back, and he seemed to be nailed to the ground.
He couldn't help screaming.
A sharp smile came from behind, and he knew it was the noble private soldiers. The knight drew out the spear, and Yaruta immediately felt that his body's strength seemed to be lost with it, and his body became light and light.
He panted heavily, and exhausted his last strength to look towards the noble camp—
He saw those twisted smiling faces, with a cold, cruel, or gloating look. In the direction of the camp, a scream came from afar.
"Sister... Sister..."
His vision also seemed to be blurred. Amidst the shadows, he saw a faint blue figure in the distance turning and leaving.
…
It has been nearly five days since entering the Forest of Allathir.
Brando stood on the top of the hill and looked at the gray forest. In the distance, the Nuga River seemed to be looming in the forest like a long thin belt of light. This area is called the land of death in the game, because there are no animals or monsters in the forest. It can be said that there are no living things in the forest except these snow-covered cedars.
Most of the reasons for this situation are due to the frost-stained forest. For special reasons, the monsters are confined in the forest maze, and the creatures are unwilling to approach this strange land, and naturally such a pattern is formed in the periphery of the frost-stained forest. scene.
Brando stared at the other bank of the Nuga River, and across the not-wide riverside woodland, was the Frost-Dyeing Forest Dungeon Group. "Crossing the woods is the final breath of Milos." He thought in his heart.
In the game's final breath of Milos, the Fall of God, the Forest of Tears, and the Wolf Blood Forest' four outer copies surround the big maze in the center. Only through any one of these four outer copies can you reach the ring glacier. The ring glacier is actually an abbreviation for the player. Its full name is the River of Despair in Milos. Legend has it that the magical power of Milos, the god of giants, crashed into the ground when it fell to the ground. The young dragons in the needle drop hills live in this area.
He shook his head, feeling that he was thinking too far. Entering this forest from the direction of Vieiro Valentenburg must first challenge the Forest of Tears, but this is the most difficult copy among the four copies. In theory, it is the easiest to enter from the wolf blood forest in the north, but he does not have so much time to make a detour. Therefore, the final breath of Milos, who is second only to the wolf blood forest in the four instances, has become the best choice. .
Besides, Anleke seems to have chosen this path.
But even the easier areas of the four dungeons are not so easy to deal with. I am afraid that it will be difficult to maintain the comfortable speed of advancement in the forest of Allathir before. Brando looked at the team going down the hill and couldn't help but think so.
"Brando, come and see here!"
Freya called out suddenly under the mountain.
"What did you find?" Brando was taken aback for a moment, and then he walked along the path opened by the guards. Qian silently accompanied him as always, and the two came to the foot of the hill without hesitation, only to see that a large number of people had gathered where the team was. He even saw Laurena and his wife huddled in the crowd, Brando immediately thought of what had happened.
He separated the crowd, and his brows wrinkled as expected.
It's another one.
…